This isn't a hugely personal blog, but today I'd like to say something personal. This weekend is - as I'm sure you've all heard! - the fourth of July, and almost all of my American blog friends have mentioned it.
The fourth of July is also my dad's birthday. He passed away in 2005.
He died on 2nd April 2005, the same day as Pope John Paul II. Every year on his birthday he got a parade and people would walk the streets and say 'Happy Fourth of July!' (yes, even in Dublin, just not too many of them). And the day he died, every flag in Ireland flew at half-mast.
He was like that :)
So every time the local paper prints fun American facts for the Fourth, I remember him. The title of the film 'Born on the Fourth of July' makes me think of him. So do a million other things - old books, newspapers, crosswords, the smell of engine oil, old Mercs, New Orleans, boats, the sight of Arabic script (he spent ten years in the Middle East before I was born). And not just on the Fourth, every single day.
There's no point to this post, really. I just thought that out of these 100+ blog posts, it would be nice to have just one that said that he lived, and that I miss him.